Simple Simon

Simple Simon - Philippa Knight

Simple Simon met a pieman

Going to the fair;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman

Let me taste your ware

The pieman says to Simple Simon

Show me first your penny;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman

I have not any

Simple Simon went a-fishing

For to catch a whale;

All the water he had got

Was in his mother's pail

Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle;

He pricked his fingers very much

Which made poor Simon whistle

He went for water in a sieve

But soon it all fell through;

And now poor Simple Simon bids

You all "Adieu"